The Hole

You are a worm. You live in a hole. The hole is life, it is your home. You cannot move, you cannot turn, you cannot blink your eyes, you have no eyes. The hole nurtures you, it cares about you. There are other with you, all in the hole, in the crevice between innumerable tons, underneath a crushing pressure. Everything outside the hole is death. Life outside the hole exists and it kills, oxygen and sunlight burn like fire. They kill you. Yet in the hole, you live. The hole provides, and you love. There is no escape.

----CHORUSfrom birth to deathand all the time betweenwe hidewe are not seen

we surrendered everythingsurrendered our controlwe pledge, now and foreverto surrender to the hole----

there are stories of the outsidestories we've been toldstories that encourage usto fit into the mould

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-we shouldn't have left-

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but leaving is exactly what we did (what we did)and leaving was the only thing that tore tore us from the grid (tore us from the grid)the grid that we were tied to that no longer holds us down (holds us down no more)and finally we see what we were missingthere's so much more

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tell me if you can(i can't)why we were buried underground

and tell me if you can(i said i can't)if it is better than what we found

and tell me if you can(shut up)why we believed what we were told

i swear if i get hold of him(of who?)i'll c-

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we are sinners; we can notforgive nor be forgivenfor the pledge that we once took was bound in blood

(we shouldn't have left)

but i think we all agreethat this escape was meant to beas we discover whole new worlds outside our own

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we feel no remorse when we walk out the doorso taking it slowly we start to explore